A good hangman reads the docket so they know who’s necks.
They mentioned a hanging on the local noose.
Being executed is exciting—that’s why all those people are hanging around.
And speaking of sex, IG, I hear self-fellatio is a stretch for some folks.
Yep and all graveyards are fenced coz’ folks are dying to get in.
Clothes with bright primary colors in swirly random patterns came about when a South Asian worker fell into one vat of colorant after another. Sadly, the Thai died.
I didn’t know the Grateful Dead played in S. Asia.
I understand that a Grateful Dead band member enjoyed playing in Japan. Looking at some old footage, it appears that in Japan, Jerry blossoms.
Unfortunate though that when the Dead were touring Japan they had a bit of a laundry mix up and all of their clothes got a touch of grey.
I heard that during the French Revolution, they had a crate full of dead heads.
Pierre Godchaux, who was in the cartage biz, was supposed to pick up that crate, but it wasn’t full yet, so he had to deadhead back to the warehouse.
So he kept on truckin’?
Yeah, but he felt like a fifth wheel.
I sure hope he shut the gate.
Huh?
Yeah, yeah I know. It means nearly nothing. Forgive me please.
Move along, folks. Nothing to see here.
When the Pope went to the playground, do you know what the See saw?
I understand that in the last papal election, one of the leading contenders was Cardinal Sicola. He wasn’t elected because the other cardinals felt it was inappropriate to have the leader of the church named after a soft drink: Pope Sicola.
Well, that is a pause that refreshes.
Cough-cough-cough! Somebody help me; I’m Coke-ing!